Silvereye

From trees and bushes never far away And them I see often though not every day Birds of rural town parks and the countryside They are known to be migratory and travel far and wide With white ring around either eye and brown, olive and gray Once seen and once heard in your memory to stay And sharp pointy bills they eat nectar, insects and bees That they mostly find on the branches of bushes and trees Once seen and once heard them you never get wrong As for their size they do have a loud sort of giggling song In small cup shaped nest of grass and hair bound with cobwebs on low branch of tree The female lay tiny blue eggs of four, two or three Once seen and once heard memories of them you will retain And them you will remember when you see them again Of human kind wary though not very shy The small birds known to many as silvereye.